Creative Writing: The Phoenician Knight

We walked through the glistening white fields. The snow seemed to stretch endlessly and only the tall oak trees stood proudly pressed upon by the whiteness and cold of winter. Yet a tiny little thing caught my eye, a flower.
Blood red flowers defiantly stood, their beauty magnified hundredfold by the surrounding glistening snow. I knelt before their beauty and saw their petals swayed gently under the northern wind, as if dancing seductively. And so I knelt even lower, bringing my ear as close as possible to the gentle petals, and I heard. By all the gods I could hear their wondrous song! The king saw a sense of awe in my eyes, and his thick white beard moved. Underneath the white-gray mane, a good mans smile lay. One look at his smiling brown

It was a company like onto the ones from the legends of old, legends of great heroes. And heroes they were and legends surely the will become, but I was neither. I was a feeble boy and a modest scribe. Yet being as I was I followed them on this task, at the kings behest. We set out to find a girl, a girl whose beauty was as rare and wondrous as those red flowers in the snow ,the girl with the fiery auburn hair and eyes as blue as the deepest oceans. The bards sang songs of her beauty, yet no song could describe it as the name she had been given. Vesna she was called, after the goddess of spring that these people worshiped. Many a suitor had come, singing songs and bringing gifts, yet she turned them down. The would-be grooms would then court her father for her hand, to no avail. The old man wanted nothing more for his daughter than to know love as he did, and refused to sell her of, as was the custom here and everywhere. But the old man was poor and had six sons. And so the brothers quarreled and quarreled and the old man was fearful and sad for his sons. Many a man fell, and many kinsmen slew each other for arable land, here in the frozen north. Salvation came in a form of a new suitor. The girl refused him for he had a vile soul and was fat as a pig, so the tale goes. The old man was poised to do the same, but the gifts this suitor had brought